The mission had gone completely wrong, and now you and Mark were forced into hiding, pressed together in a tight, dark space—his back against the wall, your body practically molded against his. He was warm, solid, his breath just a little too uneven for someone who was supposed to be calm.

Outside, voices echoed—too close. You should be focused on that, but all you could hear was the slow, controlled way Mark was breathing. The way his hands hovered just barely on your waist like he was scared to grab on fully.

Then, you shifted. Just slightly. Just enough that your body pressed closer to his.

His breath hitched. His fingers twitched before gripping your hips on instinct, holding you still. His voice was quiet, low, but there was no missing the teasing edge beneath it.

“You keep this up, and I might start thinking you like being this close to me.”